The girls and I ventured out to find perfect pumpkins for carving at Blue Jay Orchards last week. The Butterfly’s best friend forever and ever joined us.
Pumpkin picking at Blue Jay Orchards, Bethel, CT
The poor pumpkins were already picked and placed in a field for choosing. And they were turning into zombies, according to the Butterfly’s BFF. They were rotting and moldy in spots. Some had giant holes in the side that looked like they had been kicked by angry little children.
The idea caught on fast and my three girls were moving through the patch yelling out zombie! zombie! Don’t take this one, it’s a zombie!
It was totally fine with me. I’m not sure about the other pumpkin pickers, who seemed to be just standing around starring at them like they had never seen zombie hunters before.
It took way longer than I expected for them to find suitable pumpkins, but finally, four made the cut.
The Adventurer
I told the girls later that we could carve their pumpkins into zombies, but they didn’t like the idea. I wanted to prove that those rotting pumpkins weren’t actually zombies that would rise up at night, leave the patch and stalk them while they slept.
Why can’t zombies be cute?
There was only one woman to turn to. I love her and hate her all at once, but she never let’s me down.
Martha.
Since I truly hate Halloween (it’s a long story filled with childhood drama and chronic bad luck), these are about as scary as I can tolerate.
Undead Pumpkins – click the image to learn how to make these cuties!
Adorable, right? I’ll let you know how it goes.
